Posted by on Aug 8, 2021 | 22 comments

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I stare, you stare, he, she, it stares, we stare, you stare, they stare…that about covers everyone.

Well, last night, after papa (rudely, with maliciousness thought about ahead of time) pushed me over onto mama’s leg to conk out, I started staring at mama, and don’t ask me why we kitties stare at something, but at least this was a real object, mama, that is, and not some unknown (to others) spirit, fairy, angel, imagined character, etc. that we kitties can conjure up so easily.

I stared and stared.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mama was reading.

I kept staring.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Mama started jiggling, fidgeting, looking a bit uncomfortable, saying, “Loulou, what on earth are you staring at?”  Heck, did I know?  I just stared.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

BUT…my eyes started closing a little…my paw dropped…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

…and finally…

 

 

 

 

 

Zonk!  Hey, I knew where I was going the whole time.  It’s you anthros who get nervous with the stare steps!